Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.